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Mdali ngenelela mawungekh' ayikh' inzuza
Sthemb' uzos'khusela yiz' umuntu enamaphutha
Got a capitalistic fetish and we glorifying ruggas
Asinasfuba so they quick to study our maneuvers
No white interviewers, distorted Is how they view us
Heard a KAFFIR Godly so they went and plant a Judas is his clique
Funny how he fits, khaxa
Wath' uzobhubha nathi, kodwa izenzo ziwumbaxa
Impilo ibimuka nam' kungaka gamanxi noNdasa
Day to day grieving kwi'njabulo ngiyithwasa
Nghlushwa naw' ub'thongo ijongo l'nqunyel' ukyo fasa
Cause the zaza, really got me ducking people ngamazaza, hlakaz amakhaza
Nakhu' senglambatha
Bhungu lino'kwata sengiy'sgqila sama kwata
Aksahlafuneki, ngathi nglume ngamawala
Phoenix feathers on a birdcage
Verbatim verses from God's tongue to a blank page
I kept faith, my etiquette accurate, never bought face
Melanated, chocolate
Wrote it in Ebonics
Said it all in confidence to God
The black women's godly body fed to pigs
Rigor mortis spirit, Winnie's body couldn't find it peace
Televise the trauma, all reminders of reality
Bureaucratic parody
The rainbow nation fickle, all illusions for the pot of gold
Economic struggles had my momma trading cash for gold
Playing Gospel gold on Sunday Evenings
Receiving & retrieving
Prayed it back we lost it all before
Put your faith in friends, Mzekeke, balaclavas kaffirs go to war
For everything of ours, had to leave all in hands of God
We trusted promises
In Auckland Park with Maverick, cooking classics on an empty stomach
For anybody call it "overnight success", them allegations slapped across the face
I need to cop some alligator skin to hold my momma purse, (hold my momma purse)
Wake up early morning bless to Jah for each day
Shouts the mic for each take
Really that's my escape
Things change, feelings fade
People moving different ways
Different phases
Different places
Feel the pressure where your brain is
Unlearning information as I age
I'm at my grandma place lighting sage
Engaging with my ancestors
When I got em' no one can trespass us
Traditional handcrafted, material mad sacred
Delivering scriptures, a rhyme reverend
All this overthinking still I make the wrong decision
Losing direction, I just feel like my soul glitching
Got no filter, I just fish tale spliff it.
